This choice: Hide in a bathroom, grow her own breasts, and get as many points as she can. • Go Back...Chapter #3Rules are made to be exploited by: RoyalJelly   Tara unconsciously scanned the ray gun's screen as she digested the new information. This couldn't be real. It violated everything from the laws of physics to common sense, but then again...
Confusion gave way to interest and excitement as she saw an obvious loophole in the rules that were given to her. If she grew someone's breasts, she would get experience points, but other people would be immune to the effects of her power for another hour afterwards.
The rules, however, didn't say anything about growing herself. And really, what better way to test out if this power really existed?
"Hey, Debbie?" she called out to her manager, "I'm gonna go take my break a bit early, alright? I'm not feeling well."
"Mneh," groaned Debbie.
Tara power-walked to the bathroom, darted in, and locked the door behind her. For once, the library's inability to accommodate more than one woman its bathrooms would work in her favor. She looked at herself in the freshly-cleaned, Windex-streaked mirror. Above her, a fluorescent light flickered.
"It can't hurt to try, right?" Tara muttered to herself. "It's just a single motion. That's it."
She held the gun to her chest and pulled the trigger.
The sensation of Tara's growth was almost instantaneous. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot through her torso as her body glowed with a soft, reassuring warmth. The force of the feeling buckled Tara's knees and slackened her jaw. She caught herself on the outsized farmhouse-styled sink, steadying herself with quivering limbs as she felt herself begin to salivate. Slowly, she drew herself back up to her full height and looked at herself in the mirror again.
The difference between Old Tara and New Tara wasn't large, but it was decidedly noticeable. The buttons on her blouse were beginning to strain, leaving a tiny, tantalizing window viewing her nascent cleavage as it began to spill over the cups of her bra.
Tara's reverie was broken by a triumphant, melodic series of beeps coming from the ray gun. Its screen was flashing with celebratory fireworks. She glanced down at the new text.
"Congratulations!" read the text, "You just received your first experience point! You'll only need another 14 points to level up!"
The cheery 8-bit tune came to an end, leaving Tara standing alone in the bathroom with new weights on her chest and mind. On the one hand, she wanted to know what "leveling up" actually entailed. If this was the first step in her journey, who knows what other powers she could receive. On the other hand, she probably shouldn't gain that power by using the gun on herself 14 times in a row. That warmth in her chest was still there, and it felt disturbingly good. It would--
"Fuck this," she muttered. The world made no sense, reality-warping ray guns existed, and some sinister game was afoot. May as well have some fun with it. Tara pointed the ray gun at her chest again and fluttered her finger on the trigger as fast as she could, letting a machine-gun series of clicks fill the air.
Tara screamed as the feeling of what was decidedly more than 14 bursts of growth hit her all at once. Her grip on the edges of the sink tightened as her legs gave way. She could feel herself straining go keep herself upright as she clenched her jaw, shut her eyes and moaned with each rhythmic cadence of tightness, warmth and pleasure drumming a hypnotic beat throughout her body. Her head began to swim as she seemed to feel herself tipping forwards, a pleasant metallic chill beginning to caress her bust as it swelled further and further.
Ecstasy mixed with clarity as Tara realized that she had, in fact, toppled chest first into the sink, and that the growing sensation of a cold hand beginning to grope her bosom was the result of her tits beginning to fill and overflow the deep metal basin. She opened her eyes as she saw her ambitious cleavage straining against the sink in a battle of flesh and metal. To her amazement, it looked as though flesh was winning. A creak filled the air as she felt the sink begin to sag. Tara's eyes widened and she tried to escape the iron grip of her captor, but it was too late. The sink ripped from the wall, sending Tara and her two new best friends sprawling to the ground.
"Ow."
With some effort, Tara regained her footing and, straining with all her might, pulled her breasts from the broken sink. A pool of water was beginning to form on the ground.
Tara stared down at her body. Her breasts had lain waste to her bra and blouse, leaving buttons and elastic alike lying on the tile floor in tatters. Her bust swelled forwards like twin hills, obscuring anything beneath nipple-height from her vision. In a fit of absentminded wonder, Tara reached her hands around the fullest expanse of her bust and struggled to brush her fingertips together.
"I should shrink these," she whispered to nobody in particular. The warmth in her chest was almost unbearable, filling her with a sensation of arousal and assurance. The feeling wrapped itself around her thoughts of shrinking, smothering in it in its soft, inescapable embrace, until they fell silent. She shouldn't grow any more, that was for certain. Not yet, anyway. Not while there were people standing between her and an everlasting feeling of growth, punctuated only by the sense of people, buildings and mountains alike being engulfed by her--
Tara's eyes shot open. There was time for that later. For now, she needed a way of getting out of here. She wrapped the remnants of her blouse around her nipples, tied its arms around the back of her neck, and tied the bottom corners of the top around her back. She examined her handiwork in the mirror. This makeshift bra wouldn't last forever; a garment which had once only held her torso now held tits that nearly dwarfed the rest of her body. She would have to walk out of here slowly, lest the bouncing of her new assets--
Another jingling sound filled the air, reminding Tara of something she had forgotten. She had leveled up. She glanced down at the screen. In flashing black-and-white letters read the words, "Congratulations! You unlocked..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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